“So am I going to be a Biomancer?!” Rerim asked. He was very excited about his application into the school of magic. The corgi always loved Magic: The Gathering, and know he was *this* close to finally being trained as a member of the game. He could barely contain himself as he waited for the final word from the Simic Biomancer that sat before him. He held his paws folded over the desk, adjusted his glasses, and tried to look as professional and convincing as possible, just as the biomancers did.


The biomancer looked back at him with a piercing stare that sent a slight chill down Rerim’s spine. He let out a faint smile as he delivered his message. “I’m sorry but we have no more openings,” Rerim was devastated. He tried so hard to get in, and now there were no more openings for the members. But the biomancer wasn’t done speaking, “But we are quite certain that we can find a use for you.” Rerim was confused about what he meant. If they didn’t have any openings, what could he do.


The biomancer stood up from his desk and waved his magic staff over a small pot of a bubbling, green liquid. He whispered something under his breath and a wispy form rose from the smoke. The wisp began to take a clearer form; something like a winged lizard hovered just over the pot. “You’ll be the first, and then you can get us some more test subjects. Welcome to the Simic combine.” He blew the wisp in the direction of Rerim, where he accidentally breathed it in.


Rerim started to cough; he felt that the wisp had just poisoned him. His entire body began to ache with a pounding in his head. He began to feel a little out in space as the wisp really began to take effect. His body was being prepared for the biomancer’s magic to take his form and replace it with another. He was out-of-touch with himself as his form began to altar.


His torso began to harden from both scales and muscle. Fur disappeared from the center of his chest and a vertical line down; all being replaced with tan scales. His small, bushy tail began to extend while becoming scaly and strong. The underside of his tail turned the same tan color, while the top was still furred, but a swampy green. From behind his shoulder blades, two bumps formed and burst. Furry extensions rocketed out, holding onto a tan membrane. A pair of undersized winds unfolded behind him.


His limbs were next to be assimilated into his new body. The swampy fur overtook his legs and arms. Just as the green finished its contamination, his hand and foot foot paws began to stretch out. His paw digits grew as webbing began to develop between each of them. Both his hands and feet turned to flippers. Suddenly, another pair of bumps sprouted just above where his flippers were. A furry pair of claws wormed its way out, adding to a collection of useable limbs.


Though his muzzle and space between his eyes were mostly left alone, the rest of his face was being taken by the green fur, making his usually tidy face quite unkept. Miraculously, his glasses stayed on his face. His canine teeth took a turn for the worst as the grew out of his mouth and up, creating sharp tusks to complement the emerging horns. Rerim was still too out there to realize any of this, and the Biomancer was inspecting carefully. “Needs more toad.” he thought to himself. Without thinking twice, he took out just a bit of wisp and blew it his way. He watched as Rerim’s tongue turned purple and grew longer as it hung out of his mouth.


“Now,” the biomancer began as he attached a pocket watch to the end of his staff. When he connected it, a teal aura began to radiate from the watch. He began to swing it in front of Rerim. “Doesn’t it feel nice to be a part of the simic combine. It sure feels nice to be be so tough, but you are still a little pup at heart my hound lizard. You will be the biomancer’s little pet, and will serve us without question.” He finished his hypnosis, and Rerim sat idle for a second or two before letting out a playful bark.


The biomancer pulled a small red ball from behind his desk and tossed it to the other side of the large room. As if he had been trained for just this, Rerim ran after the ball and returned it back to his master. The biomancer was quite pleased with the new simic monster. The pleasure of a successful experiment lead him to a new idea. “My hound lizard, can you go find us a new friend to join the combine.”


About a day later, after the initial introduction to the other biomancers, Rerim, now known by them as corgodile, was sent off to find other experiments. He was granted a collar with a small container filled with wisps of different creatures to corrupt others. Corgodile happily wandered off out of the biomancer’s palace and into the rest of the world.


The happy corgodile waltz through the woods just outside of the palace boundaries, the area no one dared to enter. Rerim was really the first outsider to enter into the palace in about ten years, but now the biomancers were eager to have some guests. Corgodile soon spotted a wolf in a clearing. He appeared to be just sitting under the tree and thinking about things. Corgodile thought he would be a perfect experiment for his masters.


Corgodile jumped from the bushes and pounced on the wolf. The wolf held a look of panic on his face as the corgodile licked it just like he knew him forever. He looked at the hound lizard and was confused on what kind of creature he actually was. Though, after his initial shock, he began to take a liking to the friendly, but strange, corgodile. He petted him over the head and started to show that he was comfortable around the corgodile. “Hey, I’m Tiran. Nice to meet you.” he said as he shook the paw/fin of the corgodile.


After letting out a nice bark, the corgodile’s collar began to glow. Tiran was awestruck by the strange reaction of the collar, and couldn’t help but to be fascinated by the curious site. A wisp began to float out of the collar’s clasp and rise into the air. The wisp soon took a form resembling something like a shark. Tiran mistakenly got too close to the wisp, and breathed it in.


In a fit of coughing, Tiran fell to his knees and gagged. His body was aching and his head was getting cloudy. Tiran couldn’t think straight, nor move with ease. It was an effort to move any distance at all with the sudden changes happening to Tiran. His muscles were gaining mass, but his limbs were stiffening up with rougher skin.


His complete coat of fur was retracting into his body, leaving only the coarse skin. HIs front side, along with his inner arms and legs, was being dyed a light blue, while everywhere else was turning a pale blue. Tiran winced as sharp claws pushed their way out out his toes, and his hand structure began to reform. What were once his hands became a pair of powerful pincers ready to snap at anything.


Tiran’s tail began to push out as his fur thinned in the area. As the coarse limb grew longer, it split into two at the end. It began to sway back and forth behind him, just as if he was propelling himself through water. Soon jagged spikes began to spear up from the tip of his tail, and progressed in regular intervals up his spine and to his neck. His teeth began to sharpen up and poked out of his mouth. From his cheeks, a pair of fins sprouted from his flesh and fanned out, turning back and forth. He certainly held a menacing look to him.


Tiran’s mind snapped soon after his transformation completed. His eyelids dropped, and he let out an altered howl. His forehead began to wrinkle with the duration of his call, and when he finished his temples had changed. A second pair of eyes, already filled with the spirals of the Biomancer’s control, opened up. Tiran became a wolf shark. Corgodile seemed happy with his new friend, and jumped on him to begin a friendly licking.


Corgodile get off, and let Tiran get onto his feet. Still in a trance, the emotionless Tiran awaited hypnotism. Corgodile happily reentered into the thick forest, with Tiran instinctively behind him. Simics prefers simics to anything else anyway. It was only a matter of time until they made a large group of simics to be a part of. Tiran walked right besides Corgodile in his entire journey, and the pup couldn’t be happier.


Suddenly, while walking through the woods, the hound lizard caught the scent of something. He sniffed the air and traced whatever it was. He continued onwards into a slightly thicker part of the woods before colliding with a sheer rock wall. He scratched his head a bit, wondering how long this hill had been here, and why it smelled so funny. He walked along side the wall before finding a large hole, leading into a cave.


Both Tiran and Corgodile stared into the hole, and saw a large red bump in the cave. As they got closer, it appeared to be moving up and down; actually, it appeared to be breathing. The still oblivious Tiran accidentally knocked over a large stone. Creating a loud noise as it fell to the floor, the bump began to awaken. It wasn’t just a bump, but a large red dragon. The crocodile suddenly got very excited. He was ready for another member of the simic combine.


“Why do fools like you enter into my domain. This is my home, the home of a mighty dragon. Simply creatures like you couldn’t hope to affect me in anyway possible. Let the name Meceron cut deep into your fear.” shouted the dragon.


Undeterred by Meceron’s harsh tone, the corgodile happily trotted around the large, menacing dragon. Meceron tried to knock the playful simic off his feet, but his erratic stroll was too unpredictable. Meceron couldn’t stand the corgodile running around him, so he tried to end him with his teeth. Meceron leaned in closer to the hound lizard, but soon his collar began to glow. Before Merceron could recoil, he was choking on a wisp.


Instantly, the color from his scales faded, and the membranes of his wings turned a swampy green. His underbelly darkened from dark red to midnight black. Meceron’s horns were also subjected to becoming a swampier color, along with a new sharpness and being more plentiful. The horns on his head grew out and curled back over to his neck while all down his spine, sharp barbs grew. At the tip of his tail, the spikes concentrated greatly, and soon led to the tip becoming bloated. As the scales turned black, his tail mace ballooned to full size.


Meceron roared in pain as a new pair of limbs grew between his already present legs. A third pair grew out, each fully adorned with scales and new flippers. his original pairs of legs also were altered to carry flippers on them. His head became hazy with pain, and soon he was unconscious. Meceron soon woke up, not as himself, but as a simple pawn of the simic combine. He was stuck in a trance like Tiran, and awaited hypnotism.


The Corgodile was too excited to look for anymore simics right now; he wanted to show the biomancers what he found. They would be beaming with joy when he brought in a new wolfshark and dragon beast as part of the simic combine, and he was positive Merceron and Tiran were too. He gave them both a friendly lick before heading in the direction of the palace.


As Corgodlie, Tiran, and Merceron walked back to the palace, corgodile became a little antsy. He wanted to get there faster, but then he got an idea. The wolfshark and corgodile pulled themselves onto their fellow simics back, and hung on tight. The corgodile thought to himself that he should be able to lead Merceron through the castle. Merceron, out of instinct, knew exactly where to go, so he prepared himself and flew off into the sky. Just before the simics left, Corgodile thought he heard someone yell Merceron’s name, but by now, they were too long gone.


As they were soaring high towards the castle, Corgodile’s ears picked up the same sound. It was someone calling Merceron’s name again. Surely his ears couldn’t be playing tricks on him, there had to be someone there. He sniffed their air, but they were moving too fast for him to catch anything in the air. He heard a grunt behind him, and when he turned, he found a small black otter heaving himself onto the small of Merceron’s back.


“Merceron, come on. You know not to leave without me. Oh! And who are your friends, they’re really cool looking. Hello, I’m shadow, nice to meet you.” He held out his hand to the corgodile whose only response was a bit of slobbering and a glowing collar. “Your collar is neat, where did you get it?” He leaned in closer to get a good look at it, but he suddenly started to choke on something. Shadow stumbled backwards and started to cough hard.


His legs started to divide into two pairs of two. Each a thin appendage with sharp tips. His waistline began to swell with a hard crustacean shell. ALready most of his body was altered, but changes still continuing to take course. Shadow’s paws began to take on the same shell as his fingers of each hand merged into a pair of pincers.


His head was being covered by the shell like a helmet and spreading down to his shoulders and chest. The shell covered the majority of his body was still traveling down his spine shooting spikes from his back. His mind was wiped to make room for more Simic instincts, and Corgodile seemed satisfied of his new simic.


Soon afterwards, Merceron landed and the front of the palace and dropped off his collective. Corgodile marched up the front of the palace and scratched at the door to let them in. Soon a guard opened the entrace only to see a pack of reptilian hybrids. He ran away in fright, but corgodile marched right down the hallways to meet up with his masters.


Soon he would meet his masters again, and they would be impressed to see all the mayhem he cause and all the more that he would do in the future. They would have an army of Simic minions to aid them in their endeavors. But for now, the collection was starting off.


Tiran  tiranmaster
Rerim/corgodile  sournote103
Merceron  agentofempathy
Shadow  fleetingshadow